 ~~~The War between Seth Calvert and Matt Budai has been decided. Seth Calvert came out the victor. Seth showed his truly sadistic side, not just by tossing Matt off the scaffold to the sharp Hell below, but by driving a Golden Spike nearly through the heart of the Morder Hunde leader. Now he must once again get in the ring...will his sadistic side show again? Who knows? That's what this session is about...~~~ **In case you all didn't stick around to see how Seth Calvert was after his match, he really didn't look that good. A shocked look on his face, which was yet mixed in with the satisfaction of vanquishing the thorn in his side. HIs face bloodied, his dyed-blond hair matted with the crimson liquid, and inside, he was tired as hell. All he wanted to do was go home and sleep for a good long time. It seems Fate didn't have that in mind...Seth is now sitting at his specialized hotel room, viewing the rough copy of his match. He cringes at the Golden Spike part...it's a mixed feeling.** {Seth Calvert} " Damn that musta hurt him bad...did I actually do that? Geez...I damn well slept that night. "
**Seth touches his badly
bandaged
up head.
He lies down on the mattress, and buries his head in his hands. He looks
back at the TV at one last image before turning the TV
off.**
**The TV turns off with a little static, and Seth lies down again. The telephone rings, and Seth blindly reaches over. After a few attempts, he picks up the receiver.** {Seth Calvert} " I swear I'm taking a long vacation after this weekend...Hello?" {C.E.O. Matt Fisher} " Seth? You there? That's good. Okay, hold on, I'm gonna click over and get Derian." **As a click sounds on the receiver, Seth sighs again and touches his forehead. It stings. He knows about his match with this unknown Erik Kline person, wondering who the hell booked him that. Another click sounds, and the voice of the Sex Icon of the Northeast talks.** {Derian Deniot} " Damn...two matches, night after night. Someone help..." {Seth Calvert} " Ha...yeah, sucks for you Derian. But look at it this way, the first one is against someone who couldn't technically fight for crap, and the second one...well, no comforting thoughts on Sulfer... " {Derian Deniot} " Uh huh...yeah, well thanks a bunch Seth, that really helps. Lucky bastard...you've got someone no one's ever heard of. You gonna use that Golden Spike again?"
**Seth shudders at the thought of impaling another human being again...** {C.E.O. Matt Fisher} "Yeah...that was gruesome. Look at me though, I've got two people. I mean, sure Seth won the war between him and Budai, but it looks like Morder Hunde is still goin to drop the rest of the Empire. But y'know? It's just Laura Wilson. What the hell do I have to fear from her? Oh yeah...she beat Seth...haha, that's funny...but she won't beat me. Ha, probably too devastated by Matt. What an affair...sucks for her. And then Concord?" {Derian Deniot} "I beat him. Not too tough a competitor...but since Fish here ain't a wrestler, it oughtta be a matchup worth seeing." {C.E.O. Matt Fisher} "Argh...all this competition is starting to make me sick. One of these days I'm gonna lose this belt, and it's gonna make me feel damn good. I'm gonna get to be behind a desk again with papers in front of me and a phone ringing to tell me how terrible some of our talent is. Ha, like Chris Concord. What do you think the fans want to see? Do they want to see a bimbo in a tight shirt fend off two other guys? Do they want to see a ring-hardened man try and gain a little respect from a people? Or do they want to see a staff member keep something that really belongs to wrestlers? Ha...all of the above. I just plan to execute the last one and let the fans cheer for whatever. They want to see me try and keep the belt? Okay...I'll try and keep the belt. Through Chris Concord, or Laura Wilson, I'll do whatever to keep the fans happy. It's bad business otherwise." {Seth Calvert} "God forbid you do bad business Fish. Hey guys, let me know...what we got on this Erik Kline guy? Anyone have a clue as to who he is? Cause I sure as hell don't. And going into a match against someone you don't know anything about is not the best way to go into a match. But believe me you...after Massacre, I'm going to go to New Jersey, and sleep my ass off until Bad Religion. And then, I get to face SiN Jacobs. How fun. But I got Kline this Saturday, and I'm gettin' the feeling that this snap was just for that match. Old School style returns this Saturday." {Derian Deniot} "Aww, you sure man? I kinda liked that Hardcore Seth Calvert thing you had at Life or Death. I might use that against Trey this Saturday. And hell, if I don't, I'll still kick his ass for bein' a disgrace to the male race." {Seth Calvert} "Haha, you do that...and who knows...if Erik Kline is as good as he is known, I won't have a problem. But everyone's got their surprises right? So the plan is, tomorrow, I go and beat the no-name Erik Kline...Derian takes care of Trey Hamlyn...and Fish fights two people to keep his title? Ha...sounds like a days work for us. Who's ready?" {C.E.O. Matt Fisher} "Me...I'm ready to please the fans by kicking Chris Concord's and Laura Wilson's ass...it's on." {Deniot Deniot} "Trey Hamlyn better watch out for The Sex Icon of the Northeast, because I'm ready to actually win a singles match in the DRWF...Trey better be ready." {Seth Calvert} "And I've got Erik Kline. A person no one's heard of, but will be made famous be receiving an Old School Asskicking. But right now...I'm going to sleep..." **Derian and Matt laugh at this...they say their goodbyes and hangup. Seth replaces the receiver in the cradle. He lies down on the now very comforting pillow and shuts his eyes. Before he drifts off into Dreamland, he reflects on the match and the moments. He smiles again...and then thinks of the fans screaming his name come Saturday Massacre.** This roleplay copyrighted by Seth Calvert, (C)August 2001, All Rights Reserved. Remember these two things: 1. E-fedding is a hobby, not a lifestyle, so treat it...or don't treat it...as such. 2. If any of this has been stolen in any way, shape, or form, I'll find you, and file suit. Have a Nice Day...Class Dismissed. |
